There is nothing more liberating than the final hours of an office Christmas party.
The heels are off, the photobooth novelty items are on and you start telling your work mates the real reason behind your break-up.
I was 19-years-old when I attended my first work party and I learned very quickly they lasted about four hours before descending into total mayhem.
Everyone seems to have that one “office Christmas party” story where they downed six glasses of champers on two chicken skewers and hooked up with John from Activations.
I can’t say I’ve ever felt the urge to pash someone I’d later see in the office kitchen, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t cut loose. Real loose. Catering staff loose.
ENTER: THE FRESH SPRING ROLL GIRL.
When you are a university student working in retail, the office party is likely to be nothing more than a piss-up filled with men who look like your dad’s friends.
You have a couple of choices: you can tell John, Jimmy and Joanna about your aspirations beyond “hello, how are you,” or you can go straight to the bar.
I went to the bar.
After each gin, I would pass a girl offering fresh spring rolls, she would ask if I’d like one and I’d decline.
By the fourth offer, I started to wonder if she was taking the piss.
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Ummm, so where are the "other festive horror stories" mentioned in the title of this post?
In the video maybe? Not sure, I never watch them.
Well, she never accepted a spring roll. That's pretty horrific.
It's drinking gin, right?